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Rook dies on the 18th of November 2018 at 8pm.
It was meant to be a routine search and rescue, stop peggie cars, kill the peggies, save hostages quick and easy.
The junior deputy had brought Nick Rye and Grace Armstrong that day, the sky was clear hardly any clouds, perfect weather for the trio.
They were on their forth truck of the day, nick slowly circling around them as Grace helped one of the hostages out the car, Rook watching in slience.
none of them had checked the peggies bodies yet.
that was their first mistake.
the groups secound mistake and Rook's last is that no one saw the peggie slowly getting up to stand on shakey legs a broken metal pipe, the same on Rook had thrown at his head, in his hands.
Grace had turned to face Rook about to comment on another job well done, she didn't have enough time to warn Rook could only watch as the pipe was shoved with force right through the Deputy's chest.
The attacker was dead before Rook even hit the ground falling to his knees at he clutched at the pipe protruding from his chest, Grace putting a bullet between the cultist's eyes.
Grace had yelled for nick to land, to call anyone who could help as she pressed her hands to the wound at Rook's front, desperately trying to stop the blood gushing from around the rusted pipe as her heart pounds agaisnt her ribs.
She sat there for what felt like secounds trying to help save Rook's life as Nick spoke on the radio.
She begged for Rook to hold on, just wait that he'd be okay.
hadn't noticed that his hands had slipped away, grip on the pipe going complelty loose.
She didn't notice Nick until he was forcing her to move her hands away from the wound halting her efforts in stopping the bleeding.
The sniper was about to yell at him, glaring at him, she was trying to save Rook's life, what the fuck was he doing?
but she stops when she sees Nick's tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes.
"He's dead Grace"
She moves her hand quickly checking for a pulse ,Nick has to be wrong he's got to be Rook can't be-
"Grace we've been standing here for over an hour, he bled out." Nick kneels down on the floor next to her his hand on her shoulder "no body could come to help.Grace you tried your best but I- " he pauses, his voice breaking " I think that even with a doctor Rook wouldn't of made it, it hit him in the lung"
Grace only moves to stand when she sees the cold, sightless look in the Deputy who she considered her only friend's eyes.
There was no pulse.
Rook is gone.
And so is the hope of Grace ever seeing this war end.
She watches at Nick leans down brushing his hand over Rook's face to shut the dead man's eyes, the blood drying around Rook's mouth wetting his hand.
He pulls the pipe out with care, throwing it the ground in disgust once its out before turning to look at Grace.
She helps him carry Rook's body over to the back of one of the trucks laying his body down gently.
Tries to not look at the blood stained deputy uniform, the hole going through his chest.
"I'll drive.ill come back for my plane later, we'll take dep down to fall's end."
Grace knows better than to argue with nick when she's in shock, knows she in no state to drive.
they start heading to fall's end.